This is an angry book written by an erstwhile Iranian refugee now happily settled in America but still seething with rage over the way refugees are perceived and treated. She quotes an American woman saying: “Well, I sure do get it. You came for a better life.”
Dina Nayeri writes that “her words lodged in my ear like grit”. “A better life?” Living in a decrepit Oklahoma apartment block for the destitute compared to which “life in Iran was a fairytale”? To her, the American woman’s remark typified the Western perception of refugees as opportunists.
She weaves memories of her own experience